Borg Magnets

Borg inspired art

Bjorn Borg illustration

Everybody knows that Jean Luc Picard likes his tea. Earl Grey. Hot. But Locutus of Borg, oh well, he likes to switch it up a bit:)

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Suzy likes to party.

A reimagining of the Shepard Fairey "HOPE" poster in appreciation of the tennis champion Björn Borg.

Having emerged from the woods in recent years, it is said these territorial beasts were born of another realm.

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This Girl Loves Her BORG

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This collection is dedicated to all tennis fans. Borg is a hero of the sport

Hope you like it.

This collection is dedicated to all tennis fans. Borg is a hero of the sport

Galant adventurers, inflicted by this curse in the pursuit of fortune. Manticore are doomed to spend their remaining years guarding what treasures they came to find.

Borg // Retro Tennis Icon Tribute

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Borg!

Wretched beings, bound to the shadows of caves and crypts. You might just find one gnawing on the bones of your beloved dead.

This world suffers from the curse of man. Centaur roam in solitude, purging the realm of sentient life.

These docile vermin fancy the flame. Should they find themselves in darkness, madness will ensue.

Just a baby and her toys.

ASSIMILIATION is a nod to Trek and the Borg.

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The Original illustration is on A4 fine grain cartridge paper, 220g, acid free. Hand drawn in Pencil and Marker. CONTACTS: https://www.facebook.com/PaulNelsonEschArt https://www.instagram.com/paulnelsonesch

Live Long And Prosper

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Star Trek Design

Guardians of the land beyond the sea, these leviathans are said to devour vessels whole should they stray too far.

Star Trek TOS Enterprise. Wear your love for the classic Enterprise with pride, you nerd!

Bound by unseen tethers to the woods that fuel their magic, these recluse hermits are but fables to most.

Should their fangs pierce your skin, be sure to strike them down, lest you find your own mind imprisoned in goblin flesh.

One might imagine from the way they dance, that the joy of life had not yet escaped them. One would be wrong.

Cursed with a hunger for flesh, these lifeless husks prowl the outskirts at dusk. Don't let them hear you.

A stardate which will live in infamy.